What kind of art do you like? I'll keep my eyes open.
[ No pun intended, really, but...
Pablo doesn't send a response to the question immediately, taking his time to consider if he wants to reveal that. But, he did go through the trouble of sending the picture in the first place, so maybe he might as well. ]
You didn't mention you were an artist. You have a foot in my master's realm, then. Good. I do not know that I prefer any type to another, but this I know I like. I enjoy the symbolism. It has vision.
Well, it didn't really come up. And I don't know if I'd myself an artist, exactly.[ But he's quietly glad the Corinthian likes the painting, even so. ]But this kind of thing is a lot of what I like to do.
[ Then, a little more hesitantly -- though not by much, because there's no sense in denying it at this point: ]
[the distinction of who is an artist and who isn't is a simpler thing to those of the Dreaming. He doesn't write that, but the Corinthian has already slotted Pablo into a category.
His master's.]
I would see more of your work, if you've an interest in showing it.
I think there's a certain safety in visibility...if you're seen and you know you exist, that force sort of protects you?, They make me feel safer, so I thought maybe it should be there in case someone else needs it too.
I'm not sure if it's a fear, exactly. Maybe just another risk? I don't really know for sure what would happen. Or really how to explain it... but I don't know, I feel like maybe you understand.
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[so many minds to visit.]
I would see the art, yes. And any you'd like to show me.
Is it yours?
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[ No pun intended, really, but...
Pablo doesn't send a response to the question immediately, taking his time to consider if he wants to reveal that. But, he did go through the trouble of sending the picture in the first place, so maybe he might as well. ]
I painted it, but it's meant for everyone.
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I do not know that I prefer any type to another, but this I know I like.
I enjoy the symbolism. It has vision.
[eye jokes, always in style.]
Is the street so often your gallery?
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[ Then, a little more hesitantly -- though not by much, because there's no sense in denying it at this point: ]
Yeah. Almost exclusively.
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His master's.]
I would see more of your work, if you've an interest in showing it.
Why did this speak to you?
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[ He understands. Art, especially his, can be quite... well, subjective. ]
What do you mean?
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Why did you draw them?
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I think there's a certain safety in visibility...if you're seen and you know you exist, that force sort of protects you?,
They make me feel safer, so I thought maybe it should be there in case someone else needs it too.
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Interesting.
[among other things.]
Do you have much to feel safer from?
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[ Does that make sense...? Well, too late now anyway. ]
Everyone does, right?
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Do you fear disappearance?
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[a moment's rare - well, not empathy, but connection.]
I carry the shards of a ghost within me. One who was disappeared. Broken pieces of a mirror which will never again be a whole reflection.
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[ Is that...? He doesn't feel like he's articulating himself that well. ]
A ghost of you, or was it someone else?...Something else?